Charlie was at work for an entire day, so the house was empty except for Edward and me.

We hung out all morning and into the afternoon. Activities included talking, reading, watching TV, and my breakfast and lunch.

When time came to head over to Nancy’s, I changed quickly. For once, going wasn’t completely dreadful. I had Edward and only happy thoughts filling my mind. These last two days had been amazing.

The ride to Port Angeles certainly reflected the happy mood. Edward, who had hunted during my two days with Alice, continued to talk and joke lightly about life. I was smiling and laughing practically the entire way. Barely a thought about Nancy registered.

Edward pulled over and parked right in front of Nancy’s house. One glance brought an onslaught of painful memories. Regardless, I stepped out of the car and took the dreaded walk through the garden.

Nancy opened the door mere seconds after the bell rang and we walked inside, taking our usual seats. The room was silent for a minute or two as we stared at each other.

“How is your relationship going?” Nancy began, breaking the awkward silence.

I opened my mouth, ready to explain the last few days, but nothing came out. Everything was practically irrelevant after Edward and I talked about it.

When she noticed I wasn’t going to speak, her gaze flicked to Edward, expecting him to explain.

“We had a bit of a mix-up after the last session, but everything is cleared up. We talked about it.” He held me closer as he finished. I knew he would always regret his mistake and would try to make it up to me despite my claim it was fine.

“Okay. That’s good.” She smiled at me. It was a fake smile, and I smirked back. “What about Jacob?”

Great! I knew this would come up. Why did therapists have to take notes? I wouldn’t mind if she forgot a thing here or there and didn’t mention it. But, no…. she just had to bring it up.

Jacob was a touchy subject. I knew I would never be able to get through this again. After all, I had cried every other time.

As tears began to form in my eyes, clouding my vision, I worked hard to focus on something else; anything else to escape the painful thoughts. The first thing just happened to be the garden. All too willing to escape the conversation at hand, I focused on the theory Edward shared with me weeks ago.